Party Pooper
by Alpesco
Brionn has way too much fun at the barbecue


It was a hot summer day, and we learned there was to be a big barbecue in Joe
Starkey's backyard. Joe and his friends were all between 18 and 24. But a few
of us younger kids had sneaked in.

I was seventeen and Brionn was fourteen, but at five feet nine, Brionn was
already taller than me. With her off-blond hair, short skirt, and sleeveless
Tee shirt, she looked a little older than her real age.

The party was okay. There was music, a pool, and a mass of spare ribs, steaks
and corncobs. There was also plenty of alcohol. After a couple of hours
everyone had drunk too much. Brionn and I were sitting poolside. I had a half
bottle of vodka. Brionn had been drinking a lot of spiked cordial, and was
beginning to giggle and slur her words. I noticed Rick, one of Joe's friends
coming toward us.

"Hi girls," he slurred. "Enjoying the party?"

We nodded. Rick was twenty years old. He stood six feet two inches tall,
towering over our seats.

"Hey," he said, noticing Brionn. "Aren't you a little too young to be at this
party? Shouldn't you be across the road at the Ice Cream parlor?"

"Shove it!" Brionn said. "YOU go to the Ice Cream parlor!"

"Watch your mouth, kid," the larger figure frowned. "Or I might just have to
pick up your little ass and carry you out of here..."

"Oh yeah?" Brionn rose to her feet, unsteadily. "Take care I don't decide to
do the same to you.."

"You? Don't make me laugh! You're just a kid and you're half out of your skull
already..."

"Okay," Brionn frowned. "I'll just have to show you!"

She took a step to his right, curled her arms about Rick's legs and body, and
simply hoisted the astonished twenty-year-old off his feet, holding him
cradled in her long arms. There were gasps of surprise from all round the
pool. Brionn did not look that strong. She was lean and athletically built,
but the power in her muscles didn't really show until she exerted them.

Rick just lay seemingly paralysed in the fourteen-year-old's long arms, as
astounded as most of the people around the pool. He was much larger than
Brionn, both taller and heavier. He had to weigh at least 200 pounds, but she
just stood there, cradling him in her astonishingly strong arms as if he were
a straw-filled dummy. You could see the flare of the long, dense muscles in
her thighs as they forced the hem of her short skirt outward.

Grinning now, proud of her own prowess, Brionn carried him along the pool
edge.

Realising that he was losing face, Rick began to struggle, but I realised he
had little chance of breaking free. Brionn was amazingly strong. She had
carried me in her arms many times. I was three years older than her, and
heavier, but once she got those long arms of hers around you, they locked in
place like steel bars. There was no getting out. She'd drunk a lot of alcohol,
but I doubted that would weaken her muscles one iota. Brionn's arms were
strong enough to take a large adult's full bodyweight, so nothing weaker was
going to move them.

Rick was struggling quite powerfully now, clearly upset at being made a
plaything by this fourteen-year-old. But the more he struggled to escape, the
more powerless and ridiculous he looked, and the more laughs rose from the
watchers round the pool. Brionn kept her balance perfectly as her captive
squirmed in her arms. She just laughed as her strong arms crushed him even
tighter, forcing his body harder against her chest.

"What are you going to do with him?" I asked.

Brionn smiled and walked to the pool edge. Her captive struggled even more as
he realised what was about to happen to him. But the fourteen-year-old's long,
wiry arms held firm for a moment longer, then she simply used them to toss him
forward, int the pool. He gave a cry of alarm as he hit the water. The crowd
cheered as Brionn raised her long arms in a double bicep. And only now did her
arms begin to reveal how strong they were. From out of nowhere, dense slabs of
muscle gathered along her upper arms, growing and hardening. As she continued
to flex, the big muscles rose up and balled into an impressive display. Her
biceps looked really huge now, peaking into rock-hard balls the size of large
oranges.

There were whistles of appreciation from the watchers as Brionn lowered her
arms, and they went back to their normal long, lean, gangly selves.

Rick spluttered as he came to the surface and swam to the side and of the
pool. He clambered out angrily.

"Hey," he lumbered up to her. "That's not funny!"

"It sure looked funny to me," Brionn grinned.

Furious, he made a lunge at her, but Brionn seemed to have been expecting
this, and just bent, circling her right arm about his knees, and the other
about his torso, and lifted, taking him up across her shoulders.

She held him there for a moment, squirming and bellowing as her strong arms
racked his body horizontally across her shoulders. Then she did a deep knees
bend before coming back up to her full height with him still held firmly in
position, struggling impotently to break free.

Acknowledging the cheers of the watchers, Brionn spun round with him pinned
across her shoulders in an aeroplane spin. Once, twice, three times, she
circled with him stretched out across her broad shoulders,increasing her speed
as he yelled in alarm. Then she released him, sending him flying far out over
the water to plummet into the pool. He struck with an epic splash, and sank
underwater. Everyone around the pool was laughing their guts up as the girl
flexed her long arms again, then took another drink.

Rick stormed out of the water, mad as hell. He strode toward her from the pool
steps. He was only a few yards from her when the combination of all the drink
he'd taken and the things Brionn had done to his body kicked in. He slowed,
looking queasy, and began to move less steadily. Seeing him falter, Brionn
took four steps forward, bent, and scooped him up in her long, lithely-muscled
arms again.

Rick cried out in dismay as he found himself caught up in the teenager's
powerful arms once more. Brionn held him a moment, lowered him a foot in her
arms, then threw him two feet up into the air, catching him again in those
long arms of hers. There were more cheers from the watching partygoers. Some
of the older girls were whooping and clapping Brionn. Even I was impressed.
She had to be so strong to throw a 200 pound man up like that. And she still
wasn't finished. She began to raise Rick's 200 pound weight in her arms until
she held his body horizontal at around her shoulder level.

Once again she grinned, seeming quite comfortable holding him at this height.
Beneath his body, her long legs, slim torso and lower chest were visible.
There was now a gap between the waistband of her short skirt and the bottom of
her thin top. This exposed a chiselled set of abs to view, that looked rock
solid.

The watchers cheered her on as the girl demonstrated her remarkable strength
by just holding the twenty-year-old in this position for a full minute.

"Come on, Rick!" one of the guys called out. "Get yourself out of there. Don't
let the kid make a dummy out of you!"

This seemed to spur Rick on to new struggles to break free of Brionn's steely
grip, but once again he was unable.

"You can't get free," Brionn laughed, turning and walking away from the pool.
"Now I'm going to carry you over to the Ice cream parlor, and there's nothing
at all you can do about it."

With that she strode across the lawn with me in tow and a few others
following, heading toward the front drive. I was surprised how tall and
straight she stood, despite all the drink inside her as she toted her burden
across the lawn - still cradled at shoulder height in that same high carry.
She took him down past the house and toward the main gate.

As we approached the road, Bill, one of Rick's friends stepped in front of
Brionn. At five feet ten, and twenty-one years of age, he was about an inch
taller than Brionn, but not as large as Rick.

"Okay," Bill growled. "Enough is enough. Put him down!"

"I can't do that," Brionn's grin was leery. "I promised to take him over to
the Ice Cream parlor, where the rest of the kids play. So just step out of my
way."

"You better do as she says," I warned him. "She may have had too much to
drink, but she could still hurt you. She's a champion at martial arts.."

"Hurt me?" Bill exploded, stepping right into Brionn's face. "This kid? I'll
bust her ass if she tries to.."

"Okay," said Brionn. "Thish'll only take a minute." She swung round and laid
Rick down on the roof of one of the station wagons parked in the drive. Then
she turned back toward Bill. "So what have you got to say?"

I was worried. Brionn a whole lot stronger than you'd think, but she was still
quite drunk. What if this guy really went at her?

I didn't have long to wait. Bill reached out to grab her. Despite her alcohol
intake, Brionn ducked easily to her right out of his reach. That was when I
saw the long fingers of her right hand draw themselves together to form the
surprisingly large, blocky fist she possessed. Brionn's fist was a kind of
warning to those who had the sense to observe it. It was big, angular, and
looked dangerous. At the moment that big fist hung down alongside her thigh.
But then, without any further warning, her arm hurtled suddenly upward and
across, powering her fist, like a guided missile toward Bill's jaw.

CRRAAACCCCKKKK! The harsh sound of the impact was shocking. It rang across the
driveway, echoing back from the walls of the big house. Brionn's heavy fist
plowed into the twenty-one-year-old's chin, driving his head violently
backward and to the side. The sheer force and violence of the blow was
appalling. Taken completely by surprise, Bill staggered six paces backward and
crashed into one of the parked cars. He stood there with a stunned look on his
face for a moment, then his eyes seemed to glaze over and his knees gave way
beneath him. I gasped as he slumped, unconscious to the ground.

Brionn had knocked this guy out cold! With just one drunken uppercut! I knew
how hard the fourteen-year-old could hit. The power she could generate was
amazing. But that punch was off the scale! The guy just lay on his back on the
drive, his legs crumpled beneath him. His eyes were only half-shut, but they
were flickering and saw nothing. he was still not moving.

Brionn watched the unconscious twenty-one-year-old for a minute, then she
turned back to the astonished Rick, trying to scramble down from the top of
the car where she'd left him. Sweeping him back up into her arms, she carried
him on out the gate and toward the Ice cream parlor. I realised she could get
in trouble in a public place like that, but I didn't know how to stop her.

"It's closed." The idea came to me suddenly. "We have to go back."

"Closed?" Brionn seemed extra slow taking this in. "The ice cream place isn't
open?" She sounded disappointed.

"No," I said. "Let's go back to the house."

"Okay." Brionn turned and strode right up the drive to the house's main front
door. Rick was no longer even trying to struggle in the girl's fierce grip. He
just lay passively in her arms.

"The door's locked." Brionn stopped in front of the big white front door.

I was about to tell her she couldn't get through that way, and to guide her
back to the pool, when Brionn's right leg came up, and blasted powerfully into
the door! There was an earsplitting crash, accompanied by the sound of tearing
timbers - and the door was unlocked, slamming open with a solid crack as the lock
was sent flying off the door. She didn't even put Rick down to destroy the
house's inch-thick main door. She just walked in.

"Weak doors you have here," Brionn said to no-one in particular. "I thought it
might take more than one kick, but my legs are real strong.."

Suddenly a shadow loomed behind us. I turned to see one of the biggest guys at
the party, a guy called Frank, and Will's best friend, standing in the ruined
doorway.

"Put that guy down NOW!" He said. He must have been six feet four tall, and
two feet wide. "Then get outside. I'm calling the police!"

Brionn turned to face him. "Butt out of this!" she frowned, "- or I'll knock
you out too."

"Oh. Yeah?" Big Frank roared as his face went even redder.

"Yeah." Brionn's left arm relaxed, setting a surprised Rick back on his feet.
Then she took a half step back from him, her right and balling into that
ominously large fist once more.

CRRRAAAACCCCKKKK! Before Rick had a chance to realise what was coming, Brionn
had powered in another savage uppercut, identical to the bomb that had kayoed
his friend Bill. Brionn seemed able to unleash these mortar-bombs at will!
Rick's whole body flew backward with some force, to crash into the hall wall,
dislodging several pictures. His head hit the wall hard with a sharp secondary
crack. His eyes stared forward blindly as a trail of blood dribbled down his
chin. He staggered forward two steps, then fell headlong to the floor, where
he lay still.

Brionn blew across her knuckles as she turned back to face the larger man.
"That got him out of the way," she said. "He was getting boring."

I looked back down at Rick, bleeding, but otherwise motionless on the floor
rug. Brionn was just getting stronger and stronger with each passing month.
She could hit frighteningly hard.

"Oh," she looked slightly cross-eyed at Frank. "Did I tell you I was a martial
arts champion?"

"I don't care what you are." Frank roared. "This ends now."

"Okay." Brionn pirouetted balletically on her left leg, then her right came
scything up without any warning to smash heavily into the big guy's midriff.

KKRRROOOOOMMMM. The blow was so solid, so powerful, that the six-foot-six man
was sent staggering back down the hallway as if a truck had hit him. He
groaned so loud it must have been heard back at the pool. I'm sure I heard at
least one rib crack as he flew back to crash into the shattered doorway, where
he was halted.

I could see that he was shocked by the speed, force and sheer pain of the
kick. He was clutching his side and gasping for breath.

"I did it to the door," Brionn said. "I can do it to you."

And now she strode forward, her fists gathering. Without further warning, she
cut loose.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Brionn threw
an amazing sequence of huge punches into the 250 pound man. They were
shattering. I'd seen Brionn hit before, but these massive blows were something
special. The drink seemed to have loosened her up somehow. And her whole body
twisted fluidly into each massive blow, gathering power from her legs, hips,
torso and shoulders, to uncoil it into each shattering punch.

The noise as each blow struck its target was colossal. First there was the
heavy crump of the impact, like a concrete block dropping ten feet onto a sack
of cement. Then there was the wheeze and gasp of the air being knocked out of
her opponent's body, and finally there was the deep groan of pain that each
massive punch elicited.

The huge blows came so fast that Frank had no chance at all to recover from
one, or try to defend himself, before the next crashed in. Brionn's arms were
so long, so strong, that she seemed able to hit where she pleased - and each
blow had a shattering effect.

After the eighth blow, Brionn took a step back, her big arms glistening with
perspiration which highlighted the dense coils of now-pumped-up muscle. Her
blocky fists were still tight-clenched.

For a minute the big man just seemed to stand there in shock, partially bowed
over by the damage to hs ribs. His face was not badly damaged, as all but one
of Brionn's big blows had gone into his body. The one that had struck his face
seemed to have dislocated his jaw, as he could not speak, and his jawline
looked strange. You couldn't see any visible damage on his body, since he was
wearing a light jacket, but the way he moved and the pain in his face told
their own story of the damage Brionn's punches had done.

He lurched a step forward. For a moment I thought he might be launching a
retaliatory attack. But then he stumbled, and fell moaning to his hands and
knees on the floor. He began to throw up on the carpet. He certainly didn't
look like he was going to get up soon.

"Wow!" I said. "That's unbelievable! You can hit so hard!"

Brionn flexed her arm. "There's still some left if anyone else wants a
shot..."

People backed away, shaking their heads.

I looked back to Rick. He was still flat-out unconscious from Brionn's earlier
uppercut. Outside two guys were lifting a still-unconscious Bill up from
between the cars and carrying him back to the poolside. Neither showed any
signs of coming round in the near future.

"I think it's time we left," I said.

"Okay," Brionn looked a little crestfallen. "But Great party!"

The next day Brionn remembered very little of what had happened. Frank and
Rick remembered though. I was told Rick had taken nearly an hour to come round
from Brionn's single uppercut. Bill had been unconscious for over two hours!
All three guys were badly hurt, and lied to the doctors about just where they
had got their bruises and injuries.